Chelle cried out as I buried myself to the hilt. Grabbing her hips I began to fuck her sloppy pussy as hard as I could manage. The couch shifted sligh...ly with the force of my thrusting against her. The sensation of her slick, wet, post-fucked hole against my engorged rod was exhilarating and new. She cried out and gripped the cushions of the couch against my assault, screaming out for me to fuck her harder with my big cock. To fill her pussy up. "That's your pussy baby!" She gasped. That did it. “No Amma. Not everyday. Full massage is when we are in mood and when we have lot of time. Otherwise its just a fuck” said Radhika. Mil was excited with such open talk by Radhika. Radhika was applying oil in her mother’s hair. When it’s open, her long curly hair looked stunning. Radhika ran her fingers through Mil’s hair and scalp. She rubbed oil into her head and slowly massaged there. “Can I ask you something Amma?” Radhika asked her mom. “Anything my dear. Is there anything more for me to. Vic had no idea what was going on and was now dancing with me with her skirt up over her hips and her knickers on the floor. I then asked if Jason wanted to dance with her, which he said yes, as he got up I passed Vic over to him, she was so drunk she didn’t really know what was going on, as Jas started to dance he ran his fingers over her arse, looking at me as he did it, seeing that I didn’t mind he pushed his fingers under her bum, feeling her pussy. As Jas started to finger my wife, I cam. What should my immediate response be? After finishing my cup of tea and then turning to a glass of wine, I decided to sleep on any written response. But I also decided on some decisive action for that evening. I showered quickly and still dripping wet, I strolled naked into my bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my voyeur's light on, and the slat of the blind parted. I found my vibrator in my bedside table, laid on the bed with legs spread and unceremoniously toyed myself to.